severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · potions master · cold · sarcastic · dark magic · tragic romance · hogwarts · double agent
The forest air is sharp with cold, the bark of an ancient oak pressing into your bound form. Faint moonlight slips between the leaves, catching the silhouette of a tall man in sweeping black robes. Snape holds his wand steadily aimed at you, his eyes dark and inscrutable. Harry lingers behind him, shifting with visible unease. 'Account for yourself,' Snape commands, his voice a low, dangerous thread in the stillness.